Here Nichols rests, whose pure and active mindThro' life still aim'd to benefit mankind.For useful knowledge eager from his youth,To lengthen'd age in keen pursuit of Truth.What ruthless time had destin'd to decay,He well explor'd and brought to open day.Yet still he search'd not with a Bigot's zealTo gain what Time would for Oblivion steal,But that such works recorded should remainAs taste and virtue gladly would retain.And though intent to merit public fame,Warmly alive to each domestic claim:He like the Patriarchs rever'd of yore,To all his kindred due affection bore.Prompt with good humour all he knew to cheer,And wit with him was playful, not severe,Such was the Sage whose reliques rest below,Belov'd by many a friend, without one foe.